Yo Gotti
Here I Go
[Intro: Jadakiss]
This is what you call a Gangsta Grill Invasion
Oh yeah
Drama, Green Lan
Jadakiss
Champ Is Here Part 3
You know what I mean?
I got my n***a Yo Gotti with me
It's Yo Gotti
D-Block
Y'all not even ready for what's about to happen
Uh uh uh
Yeah

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
[?] shoots in the [?]
Na, I don't see how you allow that
Here I go, I'm in the trap with the loud pack
Got the smoke alarm covered with the shower cap
Seperate the new bills, bad bitches in the n*** on a few pills
Rolling tripple beam in the fish scales on the table
44 long case a n***a try to play you
Cheeper just to kill him than to wait for him to pay you
Thirsty to knock him out, gotta wait for them to weigh you
Pockets getting heavy, choppers in the chevy
[?] or the vodca and the berry
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout it, shorty, do your thing
Give it to him broad day, right on Martin Luther King
He ain't gon' stop till he got him enough gwop
I'm a down bottom n***a, but I'm from up top
Street credibility, more than enough props
Soon as you say the right words, I'm opening up shop
Money in the bag, it's funny you should ask
Cause they going like hot cakes, for 20 and a half
I'm in the strip club,, the whores all love it
It's money everywhere, the floor's all covered
I'm a nice guy, but I come across all ruggid
I use every penny, exhaust all budgets
Fuck it
[Interlude: Yo Gotti]
Yo, what it do, Jada?
Here I go
Here I go

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
[?] gangstas live, n***a
Down south all Memphis, mean mug, call it a Gangsta Grill, n***a
My gangstas real, n***a
They all [?] n***as
Hundred on a chain, it's my gangsta [?]
Black on black Benz, that's a Bat Mobil, n***a
I got money from [?] n***a
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't
N***as get popped, [?] Gotti won't
She a 5 star bitch, [?]
[?] shawty, I don't think so
But she didn't know, she can get [?]
But all that fake shit, shawty, you ain't quallified
It's the man right here
[?] right here
[?] pounds of Kush, 500 grand right here
It's my man right here
He don't even speek english
Call him Popeye, all he want is this spinich
All I want is mean work, don't need no [?]
I shoot [?] I won't snitch on my [?]
[?]
You the realest n***a walking, going crazy
[?] my damn self
Talking to my damn self
You heard the voices in the back of my head
I ain't tryna go fed
Cocaine crazy, n***a
Streets raised a n***a
[?] shit, don't really faize a n***a
DJ Drama my dawg, and this a Gangsta Grill
Gangsta to gangsta, Jada, you know what it is
I salute